"You don't call, you never write," says River as she wanders out of the corridors and back into the console room.
The continuation of a conversation that the Doctor is distinctly sure he hasn't had yet, makes him frown a bit, and shift one of the dials on the console--a strange blip sounds, followed by a ding (she's always got his back for him, his TARDIS), and he grabs for the laminated card that's popped out, "Will you be my Valentine? Rubbish holiday, I know, but--"
"It's Christmas," she says, while still taking the card and turning it, a half-smile on her lips, "for your present, you're coming with me."
Trips by vortex manipulator are the absolute worst, but seeing the Ponds is an excellent present, could cover multiple centuries, even.
Doctor Who, River/Eleven
The continuation of a conversation that the Doctor is distinctly sure he hasn't had yet, makes him frown a bit, and shift one of the dials on the console--a strange blip sounds, followed by a ding (she's always got his back for him, his TARDIS), and he grabs for the laminated card that's popped out, "Will you be my Valentine? Rubbish holiday, I know, but--"
"It's Christmas," she says, while still taking the card and turning it, a half-smile on her lips, "for your present, you're coming with me."
Trips by vortex manipulator are the absolute worst, but seeing the Ponds is an excellent present, could cover multiple centuries, even.